The Golden Behemoth steadily caught the thrown plane core and gently stroked the surface of the crystal with its giant claws.

Feeling the familiar fluctuation of the origin, he immediately looked up at the flagship bridge and let out a low roar of confirmation.

Martin's command came through the mental link: "Let them go."

The three golden behemoths all moved sideways, the golden figures made way for a passage, the giant swords retracted their sharp edges, and allowed the two scarlet figures to stagger out.

Seeing this, Hastur and Ginue felt as if they had been pardoned. They used up their last bit of strength to fly out, and their bone wings and feet drew messy tracks in the void.

They knew that as long as they could break out of the Matrix Era, there might still be a glimmer of hope.

However, just as they were about to pass through the dimensional barrier, a blinding white light shot out from deep within the core of the matrix, so fast that it was beyond the reaction of thought - that was the fatal blow of the "God-killing Cannon" after it had fully accumulated energy!

"boom--!"

The white light was like a spear that pierced through the sky and earth, accurately piercing through the bodies of Hastur and Ginue.

The two men didn't even have time to scream before their bodies quickly melted away in the white light.

The surrounding space was torn into a brief crack, and eventually turned into two wisps of green smoke, completely annihilated in the void.

Martin looked at the muzzle smoke of the God-killing Cannon, his eyes stern: "Go, destroy it."

The golden Behemoth on the far left responded and moved. The golden figure turned like a meteor, and the giant sword drew a sharp arc in the void, heading straight for the gun barrel that was still dissipating heat.

At this moment, two figures broke through the air, their white skirts and red robes fluttering in the wind - they were the two Soul Princesses who were chasing them.

They gathered energy at their fingertips and were about to intercept the Golden Behemoth when a quick command suddenly came through the earphones.

The two men suddenly stopped moving and looked at each other. There was a hint of surprise in their eyes, but there was no hesitation at all.

The red-robed soul girl's fire whip suddenly retracted, and the white-skirted soul girl's silver thread was also instantly retracted. They turned into two streams of light and retreated quickly towards the depths of the matrix core, giving up the pursuit.

At this moment, a deafening roar was heard in the distance—the giant sword of the golden Behemoth had heavily chopped down the energy hub of the God-killing Cannon.

The light blue energy core exploded instantly, the gun barrel twisted and deformed, and the entire weapon platform collapsed in thick smoke, completely turning into a pile of scrap metal.

Inside the flagship bridge, Martin frowned slightly as he watched the screen showing the destruction of the God-killing Cannon.

Soul Princess's sudden retreat was too abnormal to be accidental.

"Your Majesty, energy disturbances have been detected inside the matrix core. It seems... someone did it on purpose?" The adjutant's voice was filled with confusion.

Martin's gaze went deep into the core area, where the energy readings were jumping wildly and faint flames could be seen penetrating the clouds.

"It wasn't a self-destruction." He said in a deep voice, "Someone inside did it."

The three golden behemoths have gathered around the flagship again. One of them hummed and pointed towards the core area, where explosions were heard one after another and the area was obviously in chaos.

"It seems that we are not the only ones in trouble with the old emperor."

Martin's lips curled up in a cold arc, "Speed ​​up and seize the command center while the chaos is going on."

The flagship accelerated again, and the golden ship shadow broke through the chaotic energy flow and rushed towards the heart of the matrix core.

The God-killing Cannon was destroyed, Soul Princess retreated, and there was internal chaos... all these variables intertwined together, creating the most favorable opportunity for him.

In the command room at the core of the matrix, the old emperor was roaring madly into the communicator, and the light spots on the screen representing the internal defense nodes were going out one by one.

He never dreamed that while Martin was attacking, the core area that he had painstakingly built would be ignited with the flames of rebellion from within.

"A bunch of traitors! They all deserve to die!"

The old emperor's roar echoed in the empty command room, but it could not stop the approaching golden ship, nor could it stop the collapsing foundation of the empire.

The alloy door of the command room was slowly pushed open, and three figures stood against the light. They were the three princes that the old emperor thought had already died.

The ninth prince, who was leading the group, had a sarcastic smile on his face, and the blood stains on his robe showed the fierce battle he had just experienced.

The old emperor suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror: "You...are not dead?!"

He stared at the three of them intently, "The Soul Princess beacon implanted in your bodies clearly shows that your vital signs have disappeared. This is impossible!"

"Dear father," the Ninth Prince walked forward slowly, his boots crushing the energy fragments on the ground.

"Have you forgotten? We've been your experimental subjects since we were little. How could we not learn a life-saving method like cloning technology?"

He spread out his hand, and a shattered beacon appeared in his palm. "What your Soul Princess detected was nothing more than the clone's death signal."

The eldest prince and the second prince stood silently on both sides, their eyes as cold as knives.

They were once pawns in the old emperor's power game, and now it is finally their turn to overturn the chessboard.

"The foundation of the Matrix Era has been broken, the God-killing Cannon has been destroyed, and the plane core has fallen into Martin's hands. Your era is over." The eldest prince's voice was low and resolute.

The old emperor's face turned from white to blue, and then from blue to purple. He suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter as shrill as a night owl.

"End? I am the master of the Matrix Galaxy! Who dares..."

Before he finished speaking, three figures appeared silently at the door of the command room - Soul Princess No. 3, No. 4, and No. 5 bowed and saluted, their eyes colder than ever.

"Clear out the irrelevant people." The Ninth Prince gave the order calmly.

The Soul Princesses responded and moved, their figures moving back and forth like ghosts.

The remaining guards in the command room were devoured by the silver threads and flames before they even had time to draw their swords. Their bodies were quickly dragged outside, leaving only a few scorch marks on the ground.

The old emperor looked at the empty command room and finally realized that he was alone.

He stumbled back, bumping into the console, his fingers groping for something.

"Father, don't waste your energy." The Second Prince stepped forward. "We have already taken control of the core area."

The ninth prince walked up to the old emperor, squatted down, and spoke softly.

"You always said that the grace of raising a child is greater than heaven. Today, we will 'repay' you by sending you to meet the brothers and sisters you used as experimental subjects."

A final flash of madness passed through the old emperor's eyes. He suddenly grabbed an energy grenade and was about to detonate it, but the silver thread of Soul Girl No. 3 instantly entangled his wrist.

The moment the grenade landed on the ground, Soul Girl No. 4 kicked it away, and a ball of fire exploded outside the door.

"Take him away." The Ninth Prince stood up, his tone calm.

The Soul Princesses stepped forward and tied the old emperor tightly with energy belts.

The former master of the matrix struggled and roared, but could only be dragged away, his back hunched and in disgrace.

There were only three princes left in the command room. The eldest prince walked to the console and called up the external surveillance - Martin's flagship had broken through the last line of defense and was heading towards the command room.

"Notify Martin," the eldest prince said solemnly, "the old emperor has been controlled, and the Matrix Era is willing to... surrender."